more random brain barf! [drabbleage]
I finally found the time to post this amidst all the zaniness that comes with packing for beach trips. @_@
November 17 [2006]: Bloodsport. I do not bite my thumb at you, sir.
Being as they were natural enemies due to a historical dispute between their families and, beyond that not-too-small issue, complete polar opposites in terms of personality and principles, the fact that Hikaru Shinta and Hoshi Inokuma couldn’t help but not get along was not a surprising one. This had originally not been any of Akiyo’s concern - although he and Hikaru were close he considered the Bladian’s business none of his unless it hurt either of them, and it was rather difficult to forget that Akiyo and Hoshi had originally been interested in strangling each other, not sleeping with each other. Now that Akiyo was the Tengu’s lover, however, the fact that his closest friend and his man were continuously at odds was starting to bother him.
All throughout the first four months of his relationship with Hoshi, Akiyo became the brunt of his lover’s ‘grave disapproval’ of ‘those pathetic land-dwellers whom he called friends’ while having to tolerate his beloved Bladian’s all-too-persistent attempts at setting him up with someone younger, hotter and much sexier than ‘that gold-eyed senile brat’ behind Hoshi’s back (and sometimes, right in front of Hoshi). There were also those few, unavoidable situations were Akiyo found himself between the pair as Hikaru threw veiled insults in Hoshi’s direction and Hoshi oftentimes spluttered to counter them with rather blatant comebacks of his own. Attempting to talk either party about the situation resulted in yet another rant session, occasionally coupled with gentle persuasion if it was Hikaru or emotional blackmail if it was Hoshi. Near the end of the fifth month, Akiyo decided to give up altogether: Hoshi and Hikaru were likely to never get along and it was pointless to try and fix the problem. It’d only result in white hairs and wrinkles on his face, and Akiyo hated wrinkles.
Suffice to say, Akiyo and the rest of the population were consequently floored when, in Akiyo and Hoshi’s sixth month together, it was discovered that Hikaru and Hoshi had suddenly and quite mysteriously resolved their differences. No one knew how it had happened, and no one had been around to witness it… a wild theory even flew around about the two of them sleeping together, or at least making out to somewhere between second and third base. Although he was about 99% sure that his boyfriend and his Bladian had done no such thing (it was not one-hundred percent because he knew Hikaru and his magnetic charm all too well), Akiyo decided to confirm with his own two eyes that the pair were really fine with each other by dragging them both to dinner.
Akiyo spent the night at the edge of his seat, feeling his heart stop every time Hikaru opened his mouth or Hoshi so much as twitched his eyebrow. When the night passed without event and the three went their separate ways, Akiyo was quick to return to his quarters in the Black Saturday and cling to his brother for dear life, insisting that he had aged a century in a little over two hours. Ensui merely patted Akiyo on the head and continued fixing his guns.
May 3 [2006]: Bloodsport. About as useful as the ability to regurgitate whole lobsters.
Set after the piece 'The past is a well-closed book'.
For the unaware, okoy is a shrimp patty made by rolling up a whole bunch of small shrimps in golden brown batter and frying it. Good stuff, yo~
When he first spotted the creature he thought he was imagining things. There it was, a shoebox-sized dragon with wings and whiskers and gun steel gray scales, sunbathing on the patio outside his room. Ensui stared, and the dragon stared right back, blinking its eyes at the boy as though he was the curiosity and not the other way around.
“…Um. H, hello.” Ensui approached it, hesitant at first, and then deposited himself with a little more confidence in front of the creature when it made no move to bite him or run away. The dragon merely tilted its head to one side and peered at him.
“I guess you can’t talk. You look like you understand me though.” Ensui blushed. The dragon yawned, turned its head left and right down the deserted corridor, and then padded down on its paws. “Is… is it okay if I-”
“Seth!”
The dragon’s head snapped up and it took flight in a heartbeat. Ensui stood up and turned around in time to see Abel walking forward. The dragon was curled about his partner’s shoulders, licking the young man’s face with quick flicks of its dark blue, serpent-like tongue.
“Stop wandering off like that. And don’t think you can win me over with affection this time.” It was at that moment that Abel noticed Ensui. “Sorry. Did Seth disturb you in any way?”
“No, not at all!” Ensui paused, embarrassed by his own vehemence. He pressed on, however, when it was clear that Abel hadn’t noticed anything amiss. “He’s yours?”
“Yes… Maes had him brought over for me from Ireland. He isn’t much else but a glorified, fish-eating paperweight because of his size and age, but I wouldn’t even begin to consider replacing him for anything else. He and I have been together for years.” Abel reached into his pocket and pulled out a golden-brown, cracker-like snack in a medium-sized plastic wrapper. He opened it, and placed it on his palm, holding it out towards the dragon on his shoulders. “Here. Okoy.” Seth attacked it with gusto. Ensui watched the dragon eat with no small amount of awe.
“You like pets?”
“A-ah… hai.”
“I see. You should’ve told me sooner. I would’ve introduced the two of you right away.”
Abel was smiling; it was a smile and nearly invisible gesture, but it was there nonetheless. Ensui suddenly felt his cheeks go hot again.
“L-let’s go eat breakfast.”
“Sure.”
And again, Abel never noticed a thing.
November 27 [2005]: Bloodsport. And the feeble brain scrambles desperately to translate.
Can also be considered as the second installment to ‘Old Ways, New Ways’.
“So I was thinking we should divide the squads more evenly. It’ll force the vets to slow down and the young ones to catch up.”
“Mm-hm.”
“Then there’s that assignment you mentioned. Marrigan will be busy on that day, so I’ll go with you instead.”
“All right.”
“Enough about business. How are you?”
“I’m fine.”
“That’s good.”
“…Um. Alistair?”
“Yes?”
“Think you can spend less time talking with your lips up here and more time with your mouth down there instead?”
Alistair Mordechai blinked, and for a second Hikaru Shinta - flushed partially from the fact that he older man was now fully inside him and mostly from exasperation - wondered exactly why he had been so fatally attracted to a blockhead like Alistair in the first place.
“I thought you like me talking.”
“I think I like the sex better, thankyouverymuch.”
May 11 [2006]: Bloodsport. I am the spirit that denieth all things.
Set after the piece 'A school of morality'.
“Wow. Now who is THAT?”
It wasn’t the question in as much as it was the done that Jilly Parks delivered it in that caught Dustin’s attention. The man looked up from the documents he had been pouring over and followed Jilly’s gaze towards the stranger loitering just outside the main office on the fifth floor. He was a tall man in a tailored black pinstriped suit, with steel-framed glasses and trimmed and gelled light hair and Caucasian features, and apparently by the standards of Netsach’s general female populace he was quite a looker from the way most of the interns, trainees and Hunters giggled when they passed him by. Dustin didn’t have an opinion on his own on that matter, for obvious reasons.
“…Definitely into younger men,” Jilly muttered, drawing Dustin’s attention back to the girl from where she was loitering about in front of his desk. She gestured towards the stranger at Dustin’s curious look, and the veteran looked up again in time to see the man following Rethe Kyriff and Anjele down the corridor with his eyes. “I wonder why he’s here. There aren’t too many gay people on the force, and most of them already have significant others…”
“That,” Nyx cut in as she moved to join them, “is probably Raiker’s boyfriend.”
“EH?”
Jilly’s vocal reaction just about echoed Dustin’s unspoken one, and the pair stared as - lo and behold - Raiker appeared down the hallway, walking towards the man. Dustin couldn’t remember the last time he had seen his (ex-)partner smile that way, and the gesture seemed totally reserved for that older stranger in black. The two of them embraced and then shared a rather passionate kiss right there in the hallway; they did not let go of each other’s hands, even as they stepped away from each other.
While Dustin and Jilly’s gazes remained glued to the exchange, Nyx hardly seemed surprised, much less interested. “Raiker mentioned him to me once or twice before,” the girl explained, when Dustin turned to her with silent SOS signals running through his eyes. “What? Don’t tell me you didn’t know?” her tone, at that point, was obnoxious and almost accusatory.
“Oh, good, you’re all here! Now I can introduce the lot of you properly.” Raiker had come over to them, cheerily tugging his man along by the arm. “Thomas, this is Jilly Parks, Kid Nyx and Dustin Wednesday… Jilly is Netsach’s chief engineer, and Kid is my adopted daughter. Dustin is someone I work very closely with here at the branch. Everyone, meet Thomas Gray, my boyfriend.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet all of you.” Thomas’ smile was impeccable as he shook all of their hands. He and Raiker exchanged another meaningful look after the introductions had been made, and he withdrew to his place in the hallway after kissing Raiker on the cheek.
“I never knew you had it in you, sir!” Jilly drawled the moment Thomas was out of earshot. “You are sooo lucky! He’s hot!”
“Thanks. Sorry to bail out on you like this,” Raiker went on to say, turning towards Dustin. “Thomas insisted on going out on a date with me, and I still haven’t learned how to say no to him… he’s so persistent.” The fondness in his voice was hard to miss. “Please don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything.”
“Oh… sure. Will do.”
“It’s so nice to see Raiker enjoying himself with someone,” Nyx remarked after Jilly had moved off. Her eyes were fixed on her other father as he went to the elevator, holding hands with his boyfriend. “Don’t you think so?”
“Yeah, it’s wonderful.”
Dustin ducked his gaze and returned to his paperwork with newfound vehemence, and although she noticed it Nyx only let out a quiet sigh and wandered off to the training room.
April 17, 2007: Endtimes. As one wishes.
This will be among my first entries to 31_days this month. Watcha guys think? @_@
Aidan Clayce was a Voidseeker - therefore, he was far from oblivious. As such, he did notice the way his partner gazed off at the small specialty bookstore on the other side of the street from the Hunter’s café. He just never called the boy on it.
They had entered the bookstore for the first time a few years ago, when things had still been a little strange between them following another revolution and a new set of almost tragedies (one being the fact that Rethe had nearly killed Aidan) to deal with. The bookstore owner was a scholar and a romantic but otherwise decent mouse of a fellow, genuinely interested in catering to the literary tastes of the readers in the district. It became Rethe’s favorite place beyond Netsach’s own extensive library, and it wasn’t long before the youth was the owner’s best customer, with benefits that extended towards spending nearly every waking hour in the store undisturbed and borrowing the rarer titles for leisure reading.
Business had been going remarkably well for the man since the store’s opening, but some pressing family matters now required him to close up and leave Arcis. All of his customers were saddened by the news, but none of them were so deeply affected by it as Rethe was. The boy had even mentioned (to Lia and not to Aidan, but Aidan being a Voidseeker found out anyway) that he seemed to be in the habit of losing friends to unavoidable circumstances.
So it was that Aidan disappeared for a bit to make particular arrangements and a few days later the man took off early from their usual patrol route to bring Rethe to the bookstore on what was supposed to be its last day. To Rethe’s surprise, his partner did not leave him there and even accompanied him inside rather than return to Netsach to finish his paperwork.
“I wonder where Jonathan is,” said Rethe after a few minutes of wandering about, checking between the shelves and deserted floors.
“Well,” Aidan returned from where he stood in the doorframe, “You happen to be looking at him.”
There was a different sort of joy to be experienced in witnessing the slow dawn of disbelief, bewilderment, and then utmost happiness in Rethe’s expression at his words. Aidan continued on in all seriousness as he ventured further inside, pretending that he didn’t see a thing.
“Jonathan and I talked about the shop for a while… he really didn’t want to see it go under, but with his family in the state they are they needed his support. I’ve offered to partner with him in running the shop: he will handle the shipping from his end, and I will watch over the store. Of course, that means that you can keep whatever books you want to for yourself.”
The first thing Rethe did the moment Aidan was close enough was hug the man, tightly, with all the strength he had in his lean frame. There was no need for words.
EDITS PLZ.
November 17 [2006]: Bloodsport. I do not bite my thumb at you, sir.
Being as they were natural enemies due to a historical dispute between their families and, beyond that not-too-small issue, complete polar opposites in terms of personality and principles, the fact that Hikaru Shinta and Hoshi Inokuma couldn’t help but not get along was not a surprising one. This had originally not been any of Akiyo’s concern - although he and Hikaru were close he considered the Bladian’s business none of his unless it hurt either of them, and it was rather difficult to forget that Akiyo and Hoshi had originally been interested in strangling each other, not sleeping with each other. Now that Akiyo was the Tengu’s lover, however, the fact that his closest friend and his man were continuously at odds was starting to bother him.
All throughout the first four months of his relationship with Hoshi, Akiyo became the brunt of his lover’s ‘grave disapproval’ of ‘those pathetic land-dwellers whom he called friends’ while having to tolerate his beloved Bladian’s all-too-persistent attempts at setting him up with someone younger, hotter and much sexier than ‘that gold-eyed senile brat’ behind Hoshi’s back (and sometimes, right in front of Hoshi). There were also those few, unavoidable situations were Akiyo found himself between the pair as Hikaru threw veiled insults in Hoshi’s direction and Hoshi oftentimes spluttered to counter them with rather blatant comebacks of his own. Attempting to talk either party about the situation resulted in yet another rant session, occasionally coupled with gentle persuasion if it was Hikaru or emotional blackmail if it was Hoshi. Near the end of the fifth month, Akiyo decided to give up altogether: Hoshi and Hikaru were likely to never get along and it was pointless to try and fix the problem. It’d only result in white hairs and wrinkles on his face, and Akiyo hated wrinkles.
Suffice to say, Akiyo and the rest of the population were consequently floored when, in Akiyo and Hoshi’s sixth month together, it was discovered that Hikaru and Hoshi had suddenly and quite mysteriously resolved their differences. No one knew how it had happened, and no one had been around to witness it… a wild theory even flew around about the two of them sleeping together, or at least making out to somewhere between second and third base. Although he was about 99% sure that his boyfriend and his Bladian had done no such thing (it was not one-hundred percent because he knew Hikaru and his magnetic charm all too well), Akiyo decided to confirm with his own two eyes that the pair were really fine with each other by dragging them both to dinner.
Akiyo spent the night at the edge of his seat, feeling his heart stop every time Hikaru opened his mouth or Hoshi so much as twitched his eyebrow. When the night passed without event and the three went their separate ways, Akiyo was quick to return to his quarters in the Black Saturday and cling to his brother for dear life, insisting that he had aged a century in a little over two hours. Ensui merely patted Akiyo on the head and continued fixing his guns.
May 3 [2006]: Bloodsport. About as useful as the ability to regurgitate whole lobsters.
Set after the piece 'The past is a well-closed book'.
For the unaware, okoy is a shrimp patty made by rolling up a whole bunch of small shrimps in golden brown batter and frying it. Good stuff, yo~
When he first spotted the creature he thought he was imagining things. There it was, a shoebox-sized dragon with wings and whiskers and gun steel gray scales, sunbathing on the patio outside his room. Ensui stared, and the dragon stared right back, blinking its eyes at the boy as though he was the curiosity and not the other way around.
“…Um. H, hello.” Ensui approached it, hesitant at first, and then deposited himself with a little more confidence in front of the creature when it made no move to bite him or run away. The dragon merely tilted its head to one side and peered at him.
“I guess you can’t talk. You look like you understand me though.” Ensui blushed. The dragon yawned, turned its head left and right down the deserted corridor, and then padded down on its paws. “Is… is it okay if I-”
“Seth!”
The dragon’s head snapped up and it took flight in a heartbeat. Ensui stood up and turned around in time to see Abel walking forward. The dragon was curled about his partner’s shoulders, licking the young man’s face with quick flicks of its dark blue, serpent-like tongue.
“Stop wandering off like that. And don’t think you can win me over with affection this time.” It was at that moment that Abel noticed Ensui. “Sorry. Did Seth disturb you in any way?”
“No, not at all!” Ensui paused, embarrassed by his own vehemence. He pressed on, however, when it was clear that Abel hadn’t noticed anything amiss. “He’s yours?”
“Yes… Maes had him brought over for me from Ireland. He isn’t much else but a glorified, fish-eating paperweight because of his size and age, but I wouldn’t even begin to consider replacing him for anything else. He and I have been together for years.” Abel reached into his pocket and pulled out a golden-brown, cracker-like snack in a medium-sized plastic wrapper. He opened it, and placed it on his palm, holding it out towards the dragon on his shoulders. “Here. Okoy.” Seth attacked it with gusto. Ensui watched the dragon eat with no small amount of awe.
“You like pets?”
“A-ah… hai.”
“I see. You should’ve told me sooner. I would’ve introduced the two of you right away.”
Abel was smiling; it was a smile and nearly invisible gesture, but it was there nonetheless. Ensui suddenly felt his cheeks go hot again.
“L-let’s go eat breakfast.”
“Sure.”
And again, Abel never noticed a thing.
November 27 [2005]: Bloodsport. And the feeble brain scrambles desperately to translate.
Can also be considered as the second installment to ‘Old Ways, New Ways’.
“So I was thinking we should divide the squads more evenly. It’ll force the vets to slow down and the young ones to catch up.”
“Mm-hm.”
“Then there’s that assignment you mentioned. Marrigan will be busy on that day, so I’ll go with you instead.”
“All right.”
“Enough about business. How are you?”
“I’m fine.”
“That’s good.”
“…Um. Alistair?”
“Yes?”
“Think you can spend less time talking with your lips up here and more time with your mouth down there instead?”
Alistair Mordechai blinked, and for a second Hikaru Shinta - flushed partially from the fact that he older man was now fully inside him and mostly from exasperation - wondered exactly why he had been so fatally attracted to a blockhead like Alistair in the first place.
“I thought you like me talking.”
“I think I like the sex better, thankyouverymuch.”
May 11 [2006]: Bloodsport. I am the spirit that denieth all things.
Set after the piece 'A school of morality'.
“Wow. Now who is THAT?”
It wasn’t the question in as much as it was the done that Jilly Parks delivered it in that caught Dustin’s attention. The man looked up from the documents he had been pouring over and followed Jilly’s gaze towards the stranger loitering just outside the main office on the fifth floor. He was a tall man in a tailored black pinstriped suit, with steel-framed glasses and trimmed and gelled light hair and Caucasian features, and apparently by the standards of Netsach’s general female populace he was quite a looker from the way most of the interns, trainees and Hunters giggled when they passed him by. Dustin didn’t have an opinion on his own on that matter, for obvious reasons.
“…Definitely into younger men,” Jilly muttered, drawing Dustin’s attention back to the girl from where she was loitering about in front of his desk. She gestured towards the stranger at Dustin’s curious look, and the veteran looked up again in time to see the man following Rethe Kyriff and Anjele down the corridor with his eyes. “I wonder why he’s here. There aren’t too many gay people on the force, and most of them already have significant others…”
“That,” Nyx cut in as she moved to join them, “is probably Raiker’s boyfriend.”
“EH?”
Jilly’s vocal reaction just about echoed Dustin’s unspoken one, and the pair stared as - lo and behold - Raiker appeared down the hallway, walking towards the man. Dustin couldn’t remember the last time he had seen his (ex-)partner smile that way, and the gesture seemed totally reserved for that older stranger in black. The two of them embraced and then shared a rather passionate kiss right there in the hallway; they did not let go of each other’s hands, even as they stepped away from each other.
While Dustin and Jilly’s gazes remained glued to the exchange, Nyx hardly seemed surprised, much less interested. “Raiker mentioned him to me once or twice before,” the girl explained, when Dustin turned to her with silent SOS signals running through his eyes. “What? Don’t tell me you didn’t know?” her tone, at that point, was obnoxious and almost accusatory.
“Oh, good, you’re all here! Now I can introduce the lot of you properly.” Raiker had come over to them, cheerily tugging his man along by the arm. “Thomas, this is Jilly Parks, Kid Nyx and Dustin Wednesday… Jilly is Netsach’s chief engineer, and Kid is my adopted daughter. Dustin is someone I work very closely with here at the branch. Everyone, meet Thomas Gray, my boyfriend.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet all of you.” Thomas’ smile was impeccable as he shook all of their hands. He and Raiker exchanged another meaningful look after the introductions had been made, and he withdrew to his place in the hallway after kissing Raiker on the cheek.
“I never knew you had it in you, sir!” Jilly drawled the moment Thomas was out of earshot. “You are sooo lucky! He’s hot!”
“Thanks. Sorry to bail out on you like this,” Raiker went on to say, turning towards Dustin. “Thomas insisted on going out on a date with me, and I still haven’t learned how to say no to him… he’s so persistent.” The fondness in his voice was hard to miss. “Please don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything.”
“Oh… sure. Will do.”
“It’s so nice to see Raiker enjoying himself with someone,” Nyx remarked after Jilly had moved off. Her eyes were fixed on her other father as he went to the elevator, holding hands with his boyfriend. “Don’t you think so?”
“Yeah, it’s wonderful.”
Dustin ducked his gaze and returned to his paperwork with newfound vehemence, and although she noticed it Nyx only let out a quiet sigh and wandered off to the training room.
April 17, 2007: Endtimes. As one wishes.
This will be among my first entries to 31_days this month. Watcha guys think? @_@
Aidan Clayce was a Voidseeker - therefore, he was far from oblivious. As such, he did notice the way his partner gazed off at the small specialty bookstore on the other side of the street from the Hunter’s café. He just never called the boy on it.
They had entered the bookstore for the first time a few years ago, when things had still been a little strange between them following another revolution and a new set of almost tragedies (one being the fact that Rethe had nearly killed Aidan) to deal with. The bookstore owner was a scholar and a romantic but otherwise decent mouse of a fellow, genuinely interested in catering to the literary tastes of the readers in the district. It became Rethe’s favorite place beyond Netsach’s own extensive library, and it wasn’t long before the youth was the owner’s best customer, with benefits that extended towards spending nearly every waking hour in the store undisturbed and borrowing the rarer titles for leisure reading.
Business had been going remarkably well for the man since the store’s opening, but some pressing family matters now required him to close up and leave Arcis. All of his customers were saddened by the news, but none of them were so deeply affected by it as Rethe was. The boy had even mentioned (to Lia and not to Aidan, but Aidan being a Voidseeker found out anyway) that he seemed to be in the habit of losing friends to unavoidable circumstances.
So it was that Aidan disappeared for a bit to make particular arrangements and a few days later the man took off early from their usual patrol route to bring Rethe to the bookstore on what was supposed to be its last day. To Rethe’s surprise, his partner did not leave him there and even accompanied him inside rather than return to Netsach to finish his paperwork.
“I wonder where Jonathan is,” said Rethe after a few minutes of wandering about, checking between the shelves and deserted floors.
“Well,” Aidan returned from where he stood in the doorframe, “You happen to be looking at him.”
There was a different sort of joy to be experienced in witnessing the slow dawn of disbelief, bewilderment, and then utmost happiness in Rethe’s expression at his words. Aidan continued on in all seriousness as he ventured further inside, pretending that he didn’t see a thing.
“Jonathan and I talked about the shop for a while… he really didn’t want to see it go under, but with his family in the state they are they needed his support. I’ve offered to partner with him in running the shop: he will handle the shipping from his end, and I will watch over the store. Of course, that means that you can keep whatever books you want to for yourself.”
The first thing Rethe did the moment Aidan was close enough was hug the man, tightly, with all the strength he had in his lean frame. There was no need for words.
EDITS PLZ.